Wen Jiaojiao nestled in his arms, gazing at him with dull eyes: "But since you're so handsome, I'll forgive you for touching me."
Wen Zhaoye put one arm around her waist, stood up and said:
"You're drunk, I'll take you home."
Wen Jiaojiao staggered and leaned unsteadily against him, her drunken state evident as she said:
"Tsk, you want to take me home? You're just after my money, aren't you?"
Everyone: "..."
A wicked smile appeared on Wen Jiaojiao's drunken face as she put her hand into Wen Zhaoye's pocket, her fingertips groping haphazardly.
A tingling sensation spread through his thighs, and Wen Zhaoye's handsome face burned as if scorched by a raging fire. The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his restraint had reached its limit.
He decisively reached out his large hand, and just as he grasped her wrist, Wen Jiaojiao suddenly clutched a wad of banknotes and patted his chest:
"Here, take this money. You're so handsome, it's only right to give you two."
Wen Zhaoye looked at his money, unsure whether to accept it or not. He took a few breaths, suppressing the urge to carry her away, and said:
"Need not."
"You're not after my money? There aren't many good young men like you these days."
Slightly surprised, Wen Jiaojiao withdrew her hand from the money, putting it back in his pocket. Her beautiful, misty eyes, glistening with tears, looked at him.
"Young man, do you have a girlfriend?"
Wen Zhaoye exuded unease and, not wanting to embarrass himself any further, prepared to leave with her, saying shyly:
"go home."
But Wen Jiaojiao grabbed the large table and wouldn't let go no matter how hard he pulled or dragged her.
Her breath carried a strong scent of alcohol as she continued:
“He’s eager to take me home, but he’s not after my money. Looks like he’s single. Here, young man, stretch out your hand, and I’ll tell your fortune.”
Wen Zhaoye stopped in his tracks, and before he could say anything, Wen Jiaojiao grabbed his hand and lifted him up by the neck.
Her gaze was unfocused as she stared at him. Amidst the astonished looks of the crowd, she slowly intertwined her slender hand with his, her fingers clasped tightly together, and smiled with an extremely innocent and honest expression:
"You're missing me in your life."
*Smack!*
Someone's chopsticks fell onto the plate, making a crisp sound.
The crowd forgot about their meal, unable to comprehend how a woman could be so shameless.
Wen Zhaoye licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, a barely perceptible smile flashing across his eyes as he glanced at her. At the same time, his large, clasped hands tightened slightly as he carefully felt her soft, delicate hands.
It's one thing to speak the truth while drunk, but to go and flirt with me in front of so many people is another.
Wen Jiaojiao leaned against him, her hands clasped tightly together, and said, "Let's get it stamped first."
"???" Wen Zhaoye didn't understand. The next second, she raised her hand to hug his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cheek.
His pupils widened in shock, and he froze on the spot in disbelief: "You..."
Wen Jiaojiao, drunk and naive, blurted out:
"Stamp complete, you're mine now."
"Zhaoye, you'd better take her home quickly. If she keeps acting crazy while drunk, people will laugh themselves to death," the groom said, coming out of the room, trying not to laugh.
Fearing she would struggle again, Wen Zhaoye had no choice but to pick her up and say, "Then I'll be going now."
After saying that, before he could turn around, Wen Jiaojiao gripped the large table tightly again, huffing and puffing:
"Let go! It's still so bright outside, and the wedding night is still a long way off. Look how impatient you are. It would be such a waste not to eat all this food."
"Heh~" Laughter that couldn't be suppressed came from all around.
Wen Zhaoye's brain exploded with a "buzz," his face flushed, and he took a step forward, gathering his strength.
The large table creaked as it was dragged away. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Wen Jiaojiao, wake up! Otherwise you'll have a lot to cry about when you wake up tomorrow."
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at him with considerable disbelief:
"Tsk, quite confident, thinking you can make me cry during our wedding night?"
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed even more, his chest heaving. Amidst the soft laughter of the crowd, he turned to the man beside him and said:
"Help me pry her hands open."
Seeing the man stand up, Wen Jiaojiao tightened her grip on the large table, saying unhappily:
"I already said I still need to eat. If you keep being so forceful, I'm not going to stick with you anymore. And if anyone dares to take my hand, I'll bite them."
The man hesitated to make a move. Wen Zhaoye's breathing trembled; he was furious and no longer believed she was faking drunkenness.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at a loss for what to do with her, and said in a gentle voice, "Then, can we eat without talking?"
"Um"
Wen Jiaojiao nodded obediently. As he placed her on the stool, she picked up her chopsticks, took a strip of green pepper, and held it to his lips, saying:
"Eat quickly. Now that you're with me, I'll never let you suffer."
A blush spread across Wen Zhaoye's face, reaching his long neck. Under the gaze of everyone, he awkwardly tilted his head, unsure whether to cry or laugh:
"You eat it yourself."
"You're not going to listen, are you?"
Wen Jiaojiao, with a face that was both cute and fierce, said righteously:
"You can't get angry just because I haven't agreed to sleep with you yet, can you? I don't like petty men."
Wen Zhaoye was stunned: "..."
Just how much do you crave my body? When you're drunk, you can't stop talking about the bridal chamber.
The bride couldn't bear to watch any longer, laughing so hard her shoulders shook, and stepped forward to say:
"Let me take you inside to rest for a while."
As Wen Jiaojiao reached out to pull her, she grabbed the large table again and said:
"Rest? What are you talking about? We need to eat first, so we won't be too tired to make babies tonight."
The bride's face suddenly flushed red, and she froze, at a loss for what to do. The groom stepped forward, pulled his bride close, and laughed so hard he slapped the table, saying:
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